I wondered what was up that he should look so scared, and scutter away as though the deuce was after him; I wondered whether he had quarreled with Afy.

I ran to the house, leaped up the two steps, and--Carlyle--I fell over the prostrate body of Hallijohn! He was lying just within, on the kitchen floor, dead.

Blood was round about him, and my gun, just discharged, was thrown near.

He had been shot in the side." Richard stopped for breath.

Mr.Carlyle did not speak.
"I called to Afy.